Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.